With the wind in my hair
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There’s been a very high wind blowing through the hostel all night since the thunderstorm last evening. It’s hard to tell which way it is blowing from inside the hostel but it seems like it might coming from the East, where I’m headed. Once I make it out of the city center it becomes apparent that luck is on my side and I have a tail wind the whole way.
I make it to Bratislava, the capital of Slovakia, in the early afternoon. Apart from around the castle and a small area of the old town the town is almost completely dead. The only money exchange I find doesn’t have a very good rate so I continue, hoping to find one somewhere in Hungary.
From Bratislava to Budapest I can bicycle on either the Slovakian or Hungarian side of the river. I spent a while deciding on which side to take as each had their own unknowns. On the Slovakian side there was no tourist information available such as where campgrounds could be found if they even exist. On the Hungarian side was the language, I didn’t understand a word of it, whereas I can understand Slovakian enough to survive. In the end I chose the Hungarian side as it would be a greater change than Slovakia, and because Hungarian food is excellent.
I’m driven along by the wind into Hungary. The wind is so fast that my hair is be blown into my face from behind even at my top speed of about 30 km/hr.
I camp at the village of Dunakiliti. It’s a late Sunday evening and the small little restaurant in town only has one thing on the menu sill available. I have no idea what it is but I order it up. Hungarian food will be sure to hit the spot for this hungry cyclist, even if it is a mystery meal. It turns out to be an excellent goulash soup served with lots of bread and a hot pepper spread.
I wasn’t able to find a money exchange yet in Hungary, but the restaurant and campground accept my Euros, and even at a very good rate.